Grey Matter
A bullet in the brain
Would surely stop the pain
The emptiness within me
The loneliness around me
I feel so alone and lost
Bored, nothing entertaining at any cost
Just want to splatter
My grey matter
Maybe someone could read the mess
Take a look and guess
What was on his mind?
Ah yes, suicide
Not looking for sympathy
Just a way to end it quickly
No fire, drowning or pills
Just a gun, a quick kill
Do it in public pull the trigger
Would be cool I figure
Watch people scatter
As I release my grey matter
If only I could
I surely would
Head in tatters
Release my grey matter
Ah the sweet release
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